Pain and awe that live within my heart
Are fresh and calling to the heaven
My poems like onto the love altar
I see them out of my heart are coming.
I blame myself for treading much too long
Towards you my only love forever
And I can offer you like gentle silk
My hand and heart with bowing ever.
I have an awe to loseyou every second
To lose your faith in me with heart inside
I gonna keep this holy grace that open
By standing near door and nearby.
They call to heaven sleeping now no more
Those pain and fear that dwell within my blood
And drop by drop that come to altar score
My poems flow out like a flood.
Читая Айрис Мердок Черный принц перевод Павла Куляева на англ. я
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